There is a moment in Estonia’s winter when the world turns impossibly quiet. Snow settles on pine branches like soft brushstrokes, frozen lakes reflect the silver sky, and the only sound is the crunch of wooden planks beneath your boots.

This is Viru Bog — one of the most accessible and breathtaking landscapes inside Lahemaa National Park, just 45 minutes from Tallinn.

On most evenings, the Baltic sky over Tallinn rests quietly — a soft gradient of navy blue fading into the horizon. But sometimes, if the conditions are just right, something extraordinary happens.

Something we usually think belongs to Lapland, Iceland, or faraway Arctic wilderness.

Yet there I was, standing above Tallinn’s rooftops, watching a green and violet curtain of light shimmer across the night sky.

Even after guiding more than a hundred tours through Tallinn’s UNESCO-listed Old Town, the feeling never gets old. There is something timeless and quietly magical about these cobblestone streets — a mix of medieval drama, northern calmness, and hidden corners that reveal themselves differently with every walk.